Then I scrambled into it, and laying down the rifle, took one of the paddles and began to push out of the creek.
Just then the lightning flared once more, and by it I caught sight of the Motombo's face that was now within a few feet of my own.

It seemed to be resting almost on his knees, and its appearance was dreadful.

In the centre of the forehead was a blue mark where the bullet had entered, for I had made no mistake in that matter.

The deep-set round eyes were open and, all their fire gone, seemed to stare at me from beneath the overhanging brows.

The massive jaw had fallen and the red tongue hung out upon the pendulous lip.